The perfect rain.
Right now, the world, at least to me, is perfect. There's a light rain, the first real rain of the year, just enough to get you pleasantly cool if you walk in it. Just hard enough to fall, almost light enough to be fog. There is the occasional car, the occasional animal scurrying or fluttering from one dry spot to another.
Then there's the lightning and thunder. Happening, oh, when it feels like, and far enough off that it's not a distraction, just a pleasant addition. A rumble to add to the patter of the rain.
I adore rain, it's primal. You walk in the right type of rain and you feel better. I have these plaugeing thoughts that I'm fat, that I'm disgusting. I five minute walk in the rain, and I'm at peace with the world. You can't not be at peace with the world. Everything ugly with this city is covered up with fog. All I could see was the vibrant greens of late spring, and the basic outlines of the homes of the people I spent so much of my life with.
Everything changes next year. Everything I've come to know dissapears. But right now, rather than afraid, rather than angry, I'm at peace.
If it's raining when you read this, stop reading. Get up off your duff and go outside. You'll thank me for it.
The only way this would be better would be if I had someone to share it with. Anyone at all.
Then there's the lightning and thunder. Happening, oh, when it feels like, and far enough off that it's not a distraction, just a pleasant addition. A rumble to add to the patter of the rain.
I adore rain, it's primal. You walk in the right type of rain and you feel better. I have these plaugeing thoughts that I'm fat, that I'm disgusting. I five minute walk in the rain, and I'm at peace with the world. You can't not be at peace with the world. Everything ugly with this city is covered up with fog. All I could see was the vibrant greens of late spring, and the basic outlines of the homes of the people I spent so much of my life with.
Everything changes next year. Everything I've come to know dissapears. But right now, rather than afraid, rather than angry, I'm at peace.
If it's raining when you read this, stop reading. Get up off your duff and go outside. You'll thank me for it.
The only way this would be better would be if I had someone to share it with. Anyone at all.